Primal Nocta

[Intro] Booted up with blood in the BIOS, Sermons coded in my subconscious. I can imagine the angels think this albums obnoxious I don’t scroll—I go as viral as toxins I don’t pray—I update Patch Adam's on doctors Divinity’s downloading a tinderbox And Heaven’s just another match --- [Verse 1] I guess I was quite the philosopher— I was fly like the birds are a flock of, Built all my faith on the spines of apocrypha, And I know me a whole lotta Words like "hater," "Lord Vader," It's a life simulator— If I'm just a Martian, I'll grow some potatoes To distill me some vodka, Mix it with pasta, Serve to the rastas For slaying impah-sters. I sleep under the bed So that I know I stay close to the monsters The things on my conscience Which led me to pills And climbing Mount Shasta— And hey, that reminds me, Gotta talk to my docta', Pick up a crock of some pot Before I storm a castle To throw my primal nocta --- [Verse 2] In my words and my religion All carefully made decisions From prophetic visions I subscribe to pagan traditions. Been chilling in my rainbow body And oddly, the cost of this magic Is just the price of prophecy. And honestly, part of me Can barely grasp my own philosophy— And though I'm fly as a bird, It's just I can get a meeting With all the people up-sturrs. --- [Verse 3] Snap back to my rainbow body, Which came from throwing lots of parties— Orgies in the streets, Attendees all known as somebodies. I called on Sandalphon, archangel of sound, To lay the beats and shake the ground. Then I summoned Megatron, voice like a colt 45, pinch or stab me in the side before I eat a bullet, so I can just feel alive The sacred and synthetic, fused in a vibe— Divine mechanics born from hard drives --- [Verse 4] I had to go find Michael, because he was off at war Grab a machine gun and a microphone— No time for flaming swords. So then I called on Raphael, he practiced gynecology On an ocean of whores. And I asked them come inside of me Just like you have before. So we took a SWAT team To knock on Heaven’s doors. And when my father answers He’ll greet me just in his drawers, 'Cause God preferred us naked And armed with pens, not swords. So come and taste the sacred As we eat from Heaven’s floors. --- [Chorus] I cracked the gates with psalms encrypted, Glitched divinity, raw and scripted. Spoke in tongues through megaphones, And downloaded sacred over dial tones. I'm not a preacher, I'm the breach— God mode on with blood in reach. --- [Bridge: Vocoded / Fragmented] Error 404: Seraphim dropped. Mainframe shakes—Heaven’s cropped. Gabriel ghosted, Michael stalled, Lucifer posted, behind the firewalls Power surges, psalms collapse, Angels glitch in feedback traps. --- [Outro: Whispered + Synth-warped Echo] So upload me where the faithful fail, I’ll leave a trail of binary grail. I log off in the light of doom— And rise in songs we sing along from the depths of server rooms